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| Children in a row Redrover
168 dead, their color not known
A bomb went off
The world stands still
Lives taken quickly by the actions of the sickly
Shattered is my heart for the slice they made was deep
Never dreamed so many babies would forever,
together, lie at my feet
Taking Loves of those not yet dead
Crazy people butting heads
Children dying side by side,
Send no more over,
I beg you Redrover
Was not a building those bastards blew
They were borrowed angels,
The special few
Redrover, Redrover let this game be over
Skinned knees and fishing poles,
Toy dolls and wishing holes
I wish one wish, oh selfish me
Let no more die, set our children free
Not one more family made to weep
Pray for our children we have been privileged to keep
At least I know in Heaven they are safe
No more tears, no more horror
Children are free to run and play Redrover, Redrover | By Rebecca Burns
Copyright 2000
Listed 8/17/2006
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